The Lake Of Infinity

The water really wasn’t that blue, trust me – but the sight and sounds of it were still so soothing and relaxing.

Sometimes, I think about how nice it may be to live in another part of the country. Wake up in a place that is new, warm, and fresh. But for some reason, I always find myself loving it here at home.

The winters are tough, cold, bitter. The summers can be rainy, humid, and sweltering.

But this place will always be my home – love it or hate it.

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Something Different, Something…Real?

A while ago, I tried my hand at something new, composition. Something that, at first, I really wasn’t a fan of – and am still slightly unsure. Whether that’s because I am not the best at it, or because I don’t like highly edited photos, I don’t know.

Either way, I think this came out pretty amazing. And the waves in the sky? Tin foil. That’s right…tin foil.

If there is anything I learned from this project, it’s that, literally anything, can be used in a composition piece, just have to think.

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The Summer to Begin All Summers

Summer/photo season is finally back, y’all!

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“As The Clouds Float By.” A Look Into My Next Project

Just months ago, I released my first book, “We Always Find Ourselves Here,” and it was a thrilling experience – available here.

I am happy to announce that I am officially over halfway through the manuscript of my second piece, yet to be officially titled. An excerpt is below – enjoy!

THERE REALLY is nothing more boring than corn – no matter how you dice it up. Always the same shape, always the same color – neatly in their rows, growing as they should, producing as they are asked.

            Unfortunately for Ohio, it’s one of the only things the tiny towns thrive off of – something most people in the town can’t stand.

            Tom used to love to hide in their rows, however. Ever since he was a kid, and escaped a whooping from his father by hiding in their cover, he thought of them differently than most.

            Sure, they all look the same, neatly together, looking like a comb when you drive by them. They were something special to him, a place where he could always run away to when he couldn’t face the worries of the day – even as a kid.

            Whenever anything went wrong, a day turned sideways for whatever reason, Tom could always escape to the fields, run around, and hope to get lost. Only to eventually sit down and look up at the sky, watching the clouds go by. They were always there, watching everything going on down below, laughing, he thought.

            They also meant something to him that most people didn’t think about – his hometown.

            There was always a certain feeling about Ohio. The people, the way of life, everyone thinking it was some back country – and it some ways it was. But at the same time, it was what raised Tom, it was his hometown. And no matter where he went or who he talked to, it was always going to be what made him, him.

            No one was really talking, just listening to the music, watching the world go on beyond the windshield. The long, winding country roads before them, miles before they would finally hit a good highway that would actually they them somewhere.

            Tom thought about what everyone else was doing. People he knew forever from school, what they were doing at the same moment. Were they going off on their own trip too? Were they trying to figure out what they were going to do with their lives? Where they also on some dusty road, driving across state lines just to get some relaxation before life happened? He never knew, and the not-knowing always bothered him.

            More than anything, he knew that for the rest of his life, he would never be able to see how people’s stories ended. He would never know how they resolved their cases, figured out their paths, or anything in between.

            He’d never figure out how it ended between the couple that had been dating since middle school. He’d never know what happened to the class President after he graduated (or didn’t) from his prestigious school. For all Tom knew, he could end up being a car dealer, or he could end up being a CEO. He would never know how their books would end, their memory would forever be frozen in time at the exact moment of graduating, their lives forever sealed at that point.

            Maybe that’s why everyone get so shocked when people have aged at their reunions, he sometimes thought to himself. Because to them, their friends were sealed at that point, never aging, never growing older – our brains unable to finish their stories themselves. Like everyone expects their classmates to walk in, still being eighteen and young – aging not something that a person can truly comprehend.

            But then Tom would realize that he himself was a mystery, just as much as his classmates were. They would never know who he would become, what he could accomplish, or even who he would marry.

            To most, it wouldn’t matter – his memory fleeting away into the cornfields of the town. But to some, and even if just rarely, he would come across their mind. A memory of Tom would come floating out of nowhere, only for them to question his current existence.

            Just as much as people are mysteries to us, we are just the same to each other. No one really knows anyone else – at least not everything. Our minds can’t comprehend nothingness. And when that happens, sometimes we just make things up.

            Maybe this person is in jail, maybe this person stayed in the army – sometimes we never know, so we let out minds decide for us.

            Maybe to someone, they would eventually think “oh Tom? Yea he probably owns his own business.” Maybe they would think he became a math professor. Or maybe they even just thought he took over the farm.

            He would probably be so many different things over the years to so many different people – but he would never know, and the paradox would start all over again.

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A Sneak Peek Into My Second Book

That’s right, I have started working on my SECOND book – and boy is that hard to believe.

So, to give you a taste of it, here is a quick excerpt from the manuscript (FYI – this obviously may never even make it into the final version).

How could anyone know what they really wanted to be at such a young age? How can anyone be tasked with predicting their future, only a few steps into their lives. Truthfully, it never seemed fair to Tom, it never seemed like something that should be allowed. And yet, here he was, sitting on a cold and hard metal chair, waiting for a piece of paper saying he would have to do just that.

What if someone wants to be an artist, but doesn’t find their medium until they are in their thirties? What if someone wants to start their own business, but doesn’t get the perfect idea until years later when they scribble down the idea on a napkin late at night in a diner?

The reality is, most people don’t even know who they are in high school, most people change, develop ideas and plans, and learn about the harsh realities of life.

We all begin to fresh-faced and primed with energy, thinking we can take over the world – ironically, a line from Mike’s speech. But eventually the world beats you down, and late nights at the kitchen table wondering where everything went wrong become commonplace.

But for everyone, there is that one thing that will always make them happy, that one hobby that, even if they don’t make that much money.

For some people, that takes years of searching, dedication, and little bit of luck. So to throw the fateful life decision on a person so young just seemed cruel.

But life never really gives you a break.

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Let’s Do This Again!

If you didn’t already hear – which honestly I don’t know how – I have written and published my first book! (By the way,, you can get it here)

Lately, I have been in the creative mood, and I am now halfway through my second publication! It’s not a continuation of the first book – though I have gotten requests for that – but if you enjoyed that one, I am sure you will like this one!

Thank you all for your support, it means the world to me!

See you soon.

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Summer Growth

Finally – it’s almost time!

The snow is melting, the flowers are taking root, and the birds have returned. Finally Spring is just around the corner, and soon we will all be happily jumping in the Summer sun on a sprinkler soaked lawn.

We made it. We knew we would. We knew we could.

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Don’t Forget!!

Thank you to everyone who has ordered by book “We Always Find Ourselves Here” on Amazon. It means the world to me.

However, if you could please share it around, that would be fantastic! It’s a fun read, and I think you’ll enjoy it!

Get it here.

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It Still Works

One of my favorite things about Ohio and living here has to be the rustic nature of just about everything around.

You’d think this barn was abandoned – but in fact it’s very much in use! Sure it has some bumps, scrapes, and dents. But it still serves a purpose.

Ohio is tough on us all, but that doesn’t mean we have to give up!

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All Trails Lead To Utah

Utah is truly a wonderous place.

If you ever have the chance. Go.

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